Fourth Tooth Out

After living a couple weeks with what I called the snaggle tooth, the kiddo was finally relieved of her 4th baby tooth.  In this case, her upper right front tooth (I'm sure it has a medical nomenclature for it but you know what I'm talking about).  She lost the tooth on Friday, January 20th which is just over a month from when she lost the previous tooth (upper front, left).

She lost tooth number 3, on December 8th.  That date has been implanted into my brain for sad reasons.  My older brother, at this point in time, was still in the hospital for what would be almost 2 weeks.  Earlier in the day, on the 8th, I had sent a text to my brother to ask how he was doing.  It went unanswered and in the evening when my kiddo lost her tooth, I contemplated sending him a message and picture of my toothless child.  Yes, it seems silly to contemplate sending a text to one's brother but part of me felt that if he wanted to converse, he would have answered the first text of the day.  I thought maybe he didn't care much about my child losing her tooth when he was laying in a hospital bed losing his legs.  We had a busy evening and I decided not to message him again.  The following day, on Friday the 9th, I had found out that while my brother was in the hospital someone had spilled water on his phone, damaging it, and was without any way to communicate besides the hospital room phone.  In some ways I felt better about him not answering me, he just couldn't.  I thought little else of it until later.

On Friday the 9th I had received a Christmas present for my daughter in the mail. It was a new tablet.  I stayed a bit late at work that night to configure it.  Sometime that Saturday the 10th (in between my working from home on a deadline) I discussed with my mom that I had a tablet my brother could use for communication.  He said yes, he would use it.  I spent some time during the day cleaning it up and wiping some info to give to my brother.  I had planned on getting it to him Sunday the 11th.  It never made it there.  In fact, it sits as it was on my nightstand, now a sort of weird homage to my brother now gone.

I'm not sure why I said all of this.  I guess to get it all out.  It's weird how little things, or completely unrelated things are all tied together.  The loss of my kid's tooth now tied to the loss of  my brother.  But it is what it is and life is moving on and my kid continues to grow and lose teeth.  For your reference, she has another tooth loose on the bottom.  She'll be rolling in the tooth fairy cash!